Keep Doin' It

first single; send corrections to the typist

[Intro - Male voice - talking] + (Female voice) (*echo*)

(Keep doin it baby)

This is a world premiere

Uh oh, yeah, Cali talk to 'em

Bring the beat back!, c'mon

[Chorus - Male voice] + (Female voice)

(Keep doin it baby)

Yeah, Lighty we see you

(Keep doin it baby)

One-Eye, we see you too

(Keep doin it baby)

Busta, Dirtbag and ... Mystikal

[Verse 1 - Mystikal]

I'm in their motherfuckin trunk that got the rag on in the wheel

Motherfucker come up with the money in the deal

Swayed headliner, paint shinin with the grill

Your on the curb lookin motherfucker, how you feel?

See your boy plottin, talkin 'bout you got steel

That's gonna get you popped, probably get your ass killed

I see you little motherfuckers, up in it, can't chill

I hear your heart pumpin brothers don't think it can't spill

I came from Louisiana, bananas get peeled

This ain't no propaganda, my knocker that's real

Ain't promotin no violence, just encitin violence, nigga chill

And if I said not to move, then you motherfuckers be still

Chopper ain't in the driver's side, that a make your man yield

Get your motherfuckin ass out the car, yeah you know the drill

And from now on by conscious to who the fuck that you appeal

Niggaz get ya, that's how they pay they motherfuckin bills down here

[Chorus - Mystikal] + (Female voice) - w/ ad libs from Dirtbag

Keep doin it

(Keep doin it baby)

Keep doin it

(Keep doin it baby)

Keep doin it

(Keep doin it baby)

(Keep doin it baby)

(Dirtbag!)

[Verse 2 - Dirtbag]

Hey me and your misses sippin Crissy up in the clubs and

Oh my god! judgin between a sud, huh

I'ma gangsta, for you little slugs

Shoulders your homie shrug

When people askin "what's up"

That's when I pull up, finish what I've done

Jump in the car, flip the God and roll a blunt (yee!)

You can't see, your boy's from Miami

Ears like Sammy Sosa, bitch we're takin over

Bags underneath my eyes, I ain't sleep in days

I'm in the bushes with a K, your semi's gonna spray

Eat mangos and grapes, as your body decay

Bunny holes and yay, you had us in ninth grade

Hey what can I say, alligator suflay

Pele and Moet on the dawn of day

We went from dead broke, to makin big millas

Wife beater chinchillas, life can't get no realer, nigga

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] + (Female voice)

(Keep doin it baby)

Mystikal, Violator, c'mon

(Keep doin it baby)

Dirtbag, Violator, c'mon

(Keep doin it baby)

Busta-Bus, Violator

Y'all must know how to make 'em

Here we go, yeah, baba bap

[Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes]

This shit ain't over motherfucker, just wait a second

God of this rap, it's only right that I end the record

"Violator" nigga, with my knife I'll cut you up

Violate "Violator" nigga, we fuck you up

Don't you ever think or even try to confront on a tread

Flipmode, Violator, known for just bustin your head

Huh, watch the way we drop it, we ready and able

In others words, your whole rap roster whack, give me your label

Whenever, whatever, whoever be thinkin they better

Test "Violator" man to merge five labels together

Flow sick, so quick and it gives me the pleasure

Got a lotta shit, flow switched like a change of the weather

Throw on my high vein cause my rhyme clean

The cop seen now you a big ride to came

Well let me hal-swing, sing along, do your thing now

Feel my sting, crown Busta-bus king now

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] + (Female voice)

(Keep doin it baby)

I'ma keep doin it baby

(Keep doin it baby)

We gon' keep doin it baby

(Keep doin it baby)

Check it, I'ma keep doin it baby

(Keep doin it baby)

[Outro - Male voice]

Violator 3!

DJ countin the door down and the big dog pitbull

Terror Squad, shitonniggaz.com

Let's go! (uh oh)

Chris Lighty, I see you man

Busta Rhymes, Mystikal, Dirtbag (c'mon)

It's a Cool & Dre epidemic

Who wanna test, c'mon

Who wanna test, Violator 3